Done - Frazey Ford

I was taking every hit from you

You drive-by shooting son of a bitch, and I’m done

Oh whoa, I’m done

Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you

Really take me for a goddamn fool cause I’m done

Oh whoa, I’m done

And you can drag me out before some authority

If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me

But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore

With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door

You’ve been puncing my weaknesses, slandering my name

You spent all your time trying to place your blame, and I’m done

Ohhh, I’m done

I used to think I hold the best parts of me

To sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams

And I’m done

Oh whoa, I’m done

And I’m sorry that you don’t like your life

But I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life

My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you

No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you

Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules

Wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof

And I’m done

Oh whoa, I’m done

You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line

Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile

And I’m done

Oh whoa, I’m done

And you can drag me out before a judge and authorities

If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me

But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore

With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door

Well I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore

With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door